The World's CallA Poem by Thrinna Mae
Racism is man's gravest threat to man - the maximum of hatred for a minimum of reason. -Abraham Heschel
It’s not about the color black and white
Or even the parties gathered at the night
The symbolic flags and a country's Divine
Is not the mere basis or such triumph sign
Unity is a word that rarely can be achieved
For the bias judgment is culled in their crib
Wars were created yet compromise was not
And the reigning prejudice is still on the plot
They say we live in a self-named democracy
Yet where is the justice against this impiety?
Till a crow turns white or the stars go down?
Till the tarnished regime is hailed with crown
As the nations wait for the righteous revision
For racism is sometimes a misread perception
They say fairness is just easier said than done
Yet the world must believe that we can be one
© 2012 Thrinna Mae
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Last Updated on April 24, 2012
AboutHi, I’m Thrinna! College student here majoring in Journalism! I’ve been writing since 10 years old, mainly screenplays and poems inspired by God, friends, family and love-one. I’m a .. more..
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